Page 64 of Twist of Fate
“Would you mind signing these for us?” They have napkins, coasters, and a wrinkled shirt—probably everything they could gather in a rush.
“Sure.” He laughs. “You want a picture too?”
Their eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”
“Sure, I need to stretch my legs anyway.” His arm drapes over my shoulder, and I suddenly realize two men are touching me at the same time, in two very different ways.
My brain goes haywire.
“I’m going to go visit the restroom,” I announce with a bit too much enthusiasm. “Finn can let us both out.”
I practically leap up from the table. Finn stands, a bit slower than me, however. We both shuffle out.
“I’ll be right back,” I say and promptly flee.
What the hell is wrong with me? Was I really going to just sit at a table full of people while he quietly slipped his hand between my legs and got me off?
My clit throbs in response to the idea.Oh my god, what a little ho.
I make a beeline down the hall to the restrooms. Both single stalls are open, so I go into the first one. Just as I’m about to close the door, someone barrels in behind me.
“What the?—”
A lock clicks into place behind me. I turn around. Finn’s large frame fills the small space, making it feel ten times smaller. It doesn’t help that he looks especially hot tonight, dressed down in a pair of jeans that seem to be made specially to show off his perfect ass and a thin black sweater that stretches across his broad chest that I know now know is chiseled to absolute perfection.
He may not be a rugby player anymore, but he sure as hell looks like one.
“Yo—you can’t be in here,” I say to him.Very convincing, Ash. Good job.
“Oh?” He smirks and steps forward.
“Everyone will notice you’re not at the table,” I continue, stepping back. I feel like I’m being hunted by a hungry lion, and I’m not sure I’m altogether mad about it. “That I’m not at the table. That—” He strides forward just as I stumble back, my back hitting the cool marble of the countertop.
“That what?” His hands rest on either side of me, trapping me in. “What will they think, darlin’?”
God, that nickname. I didn’t think I’d ever be into a man calling me darlin’, but here we are. I know if it were anyone else, it would come off cringy. But it’s not. It’s Finn, and hearing it is like a direct line to my libido.
And my heart.
“That we’re—” His lips brush against my neck, causing me to shudder. “We’re…” I can’t think. My brain feels like mush with his body so close to mine.
“We’re what? Doing bad things in here?”
I manage a nod.
“And what if we are?” His hand skims over the exposed skin of my stomach before sliding under my blouse. My eyes flutter closed. “What if I finish what I started at the table right here? Except for in here, I’ll peel off these sexy jeans you’re wearing and then bury my tongue so deep in that pussy, I might just have to use those fancy knickers you like so much to stifle your screams.”
Jesus. If I’d known Finn the tour guide had such a dirty mouth, I just might have taken my mom’s advice and offered myself up to Finn that first night we met.
But I don’t do flings. Or one-night stands.
Which is why, when his hands start to reach for the button of my jeans, I steady it. His heated gaze locks onto mine. “What are we doing, Finn?” I inquire, and before he can give a witty response like,isn’t it obvious?I continue. “Because this morning, you made it clear you didn’t want anything serious.”
“It’s not that I don’t want?—”
I push off the counter and away from him, suddenly needing space. “You don’t make any sense, you know that?” I tell him, frustration clear in my tone. I can still feel the heat from his hands on my skin, which only intensifies the feeling. “Is this just because you’re jealous? You can’t stand to see me with other guys? With Theo? Or is it because you genuinely still want me?”
He works a hand through his dark hair. “I told you last night—I never stopped wanting you, Ash. I didn’t walk away because my feelings changed or because I met someone else.”
